* ｡ ✧ — swim deep

ANDROMEDA ANDI KNOX you kissed a girl wearing a c r o s s around her neck her lips didn’t taste like church but her hips felt like god i wonder what her pastor would have thought los angeles

[wydandi]

turning on her heel to face him when he’d accused her of kidnapping him, andi furrowed her brows in feign offence ❛ that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world now, would it ? ❜ she smiled, moving closer to him in the dark and wrapping her arms around his neck in an all too playful manner ❛ is this what stockholm syndrome looks like upclose ? ❜ she teased him, standing on her toes and stealing a soft kiss from his lips. it was CHASTE and sweet, a kiss she could get used to. almost immediately, andi curbed that thought out of herhead. he wasn’t hers to get used to. despite all of that, however, logan had managed to invade every corner of her brain when they were together, and then some when they were apart. it definitely wasn’t her intention when this thing between them started out as something else, but she wasn’t doing much to stop her HEART from going in a downhill tumble. she relished in the feelings he gave her, despite the warning signs that this would only leave her in ruins afterwards ❛ think you can keep up with me, big shot athlete ? ❜ she teased him as she moved away, her smile transforming into a smirk that was laced with every drop of mischief in her being.

they stopped in front of a huge canvas, and andi involuntarily leaned back into logan when she felt his hands come around her waist ❛ you’d be surprised at the list of things that could beat a two a.m breakfast ❜ she HUMMED quietly to him in the dark, her eyes stillflickering over the masterpiece in front of her. her hands found his on her waist, resting atop of them ❛ i’m an art history major. it’s kind of a given to be somewhat interested in art ❜ she laughed, holding on to one of logan’s hands and gently leading it to the canvas in front of them so he could feel the texture himself ❛ it’s the little things that make all the difference ❜

[fcktylxr]

Fine champagne and suited guest. It was becoming a scene Tyler tried to part from desperately, yet failed miserably. The guy who usually wore ripped jeans and black tees was now standing outside the foyer in a suit that made his tie uncomfortable for him to bare. As the stars twinkled into the abyss of the night, Tyler recounted the faces he had seen tonight, many new to him but only one couldn’t get off his mind. Bambi eyes that he wandered in, soft lips that he had kissed too many times and yet,not enough. Raven hair that carved around her sculptured face, the quick thought of Andi Knox had him wearing a shy smile on his lips that curled around his cigarette. The thought of Andi always made him smile, a quick thought he selfishly cheated on whenever he had to smile for a photo he wished not be taken. ‘Think of funny things, or people you care about’ his manager always advised him when cameras were around, but his thoughts were always narrowed down to one; Brazil.  

The steps behind him made him want to groan, his eyes rolling heavy as a personal reminder   to collect his thoughts in order to box them like unwanted toys. He wanted to walk out of the event to find some peace of mind, to find something that could occupy his whole mind. She was always scratching on the back of it, no doubt laughing over her control. Taking a drag, a familiar voice made him look over his shoulder, eyes narrow to see if he was going crazy, but he wasn’t. “Andromeda” his voice was rather husky, each letter getting whirled up in the smoke and Autumn air. With his body slightly angled towards her, Ty ran his free hand through his tamed hair, a grunt quietly leaving his lips as he felt the gel. The comment made him smirk,  he couldn’t deny that, nor answer her right away. Like a whipped school boy, Tyler pulled the box from his waist coat before resting the lit cigarette between his thin lips. It had been three months and all that was between them now was the tension. Their reunions that consisted of hugs, pecks on the cheek and cheeky banter was now replaced with unspoken words, and unclear intentions. As he pulled the cigarette from the lightly crushed box, his index finger rolled over the filter with hesitation, unsure what to say to her. Instead of pondering whether his best friend, her boyfriend, was inside, Tyler placed his thumb on her lower plumped lip,dragging it down before it met his index finger that cupped her cheek before he brought the cigarette to her lips, his own still ablaze with the breeze. “Must do wonders to your million dollar smile.”

[wydandi]

Stepping out into the cold air, Andi’s heels clicked against the pavement as she moved towards the silhouette at the very end. Even in the dim lighting, Andi could still make out his distinct cheekbones and angularly shaped face from a distance. She almost wanted to turn around and go back inside at that point, but he had already spotted her walking over to him. Lately, he’d been leaving her feeling all sorts of unkempt -- like he’d just ruffled her feathers, created a mess of her and left her to fend for herself. She didn’t know just how much Tyler’s presence affected her until it practically disappeared from her life altogether; sure, he was Sebastian’s best friend, but he was her friend too. A friend whose absence left a crack or two in her soul. On some nights, the thought of him filled her up all the way to the brim and she felt like she could overflow, and she couldn’t stand it; especially with her boyfriend sleeping in the same bed. Her fingers brushed over the concrete walls as she walked over to him, his facial features becoming as clear as day under the streetlamp. Her full name fell from his lips like a holy prayer and all Andi could do was roll her eyes and titter, a composed smirk taking residence on her lips “You know they’ll send a search party after you as soon as they realise you’re missing, right?” she spoke, taking a few steps closer to the boy. 

She couldn’t help but stare for a few moments -- he almost didn’t look like himself tonight. His usual unruly blond hair was now combed back and tamed into perfection, and the usual ripped threads that hugged his slim body were replaced with a slick suit. The gelled back hair only emphasised his already protruding cheekbones, and Andi fought the urge to trace them with her fingertips. He moved closer to her without saying another word. Without even a mere syllable uttered between the pair, Andi watched him move closer to her until he was close enough for her to count the different colours in his eyes. Her dark eyes fell down to the cigarette that was hanging from his lips and all she could think about was how they felt against hers; soft like the first snowfall at first, like melting and floating and being weightless in water before they turned hungry and needy and desperate--

Andi pushed the stray strand of hair away from her eyes and glanced down at the ground for a moment, shaking all thoughts of that night out of her head. She loved Sebastian. Or, at least as in love as a girl like her can be. And she hated how much she needed to remind herself of that when thoughts of Tyler loomed around lately. She looked up and he was so close that she couldn’t feel her fingers or the autumn cold anymore. He felt his thumb tug her lower lip down, and despite every nerve in her body telling her to move away, she stayed put. At that, the corners of Andi’s lips tugged up into a lethal smirk “And here I’ve been lied to and told that my eyes were the selling point”. Leaning closer, Andi used the tip of his lit cigarette to light her own, bringing them even closer. She puffed on it to light it up, telling herself that this was her last ever, but she and everyone around her knew how bad she was at giving up bad habits. Glancing up at Tyler through thick eyelashes again, the usual overwhelming sense of forwardness took over her “Am I losing you, Tyler?”

[fcktylxr]

His heart rung through his ears as if they were invaded by the sound of a thousand elephants storming across the Plains, a heard of bongo drummers followed up, with the sound of rattled snakes shaking a beat as his eyes scanned the room. He hadn’t felt so nervous in so long, but tonight had its reason. Palm sweaty, knees weak; Tyler was now able to understand why some stuttered and lost their breathe at ill-prepared moments. An unease laugh would roll off his lips every five minutes or so as he tucked his hands before him in a protective manner, the feeling that lined his stomach was one he hadn’t experienced since high school. ‘Anxiety, my old’ was all he could think, his accent thick with sarcasm. The blond stood tall, hair combed neatly as he listened the the women in the pink puffed dress talk about her granddaughter, an admire of his who was half his age. With a dry mouth that lightly tasted of bourbon, The Aussie curled his lips while listening to those around him talk of the great charity that brought them together tonight, them and the other hundred that filled the room. Was he nervous because he came alone? Absolutely not. Was he anxious by the fact he was among the handful of young adults that were invited? Hardly, he felt it was a blessing. Was he worries he’d say something stupid in front of others?No. He was nervous to see her. 

Little did the world know, cool collective Tyler Bates was dying inside. His blue gaze scanned from table to table as the talks began, not a word registering while his mind drifted from face to face but she was not insight. Was this a blessing? Was she carried away to another duty or was she out with her beau? He hadn’t seen Andi in three weeks, three long weeks he spent the otherside of the world away from her. Their shared moments at the festival resulted in a guilt-like-parasite he could not outrun, so he sought to time to cool down. That was until he saw her tweet ‘bout the event. As the talks continued, he rose from his chair and made his exit for the nearest door to clench on the freshest wave of air he could get, while his fingers fumbled with the cigarette box and lighter. He was a light smoker but in recent days he fell into his nasty habit of stress smoking from the pressure of the media and his job. As he took a drag, a shadowing figure under the dim lights made its way towards him, resulting a grunt from his peached lips. “Please, no photos” he stated, knowing photographers crawled the event to satisfy their gossip-driven hunger. 

[wydandi]

With the usual poised expression adorning her soft features, Andi’s glassy-brown eyes fluttered through the grand ballroom that was decorated with catty women in Balenciaga and Versace and dapperly-dressed men with swaggering stances. One of them being the man on her arm, charming everyone in sight and eating every bit of their attention up. And usually, she would have been just as taken aback as everyone else -- except she wasn’t tonight. Instead, she sought solace elsewhere. Her eyes, suddenly unblinking, stopped when they landed on a boy with tired eyes and unusually tidy blond hair making his way out through a door. Tuning out the static sounds around her, Andi’s eyes narrowed slightly when she watched his eyes dart around the room in alarm. Since the day she’d met him, her relationship Tyler wasn’t quite like the rest. Whenever she was around him, excitement and recklessness would pour out of her like sunshine through white linen. He was a person whose existence she thoroughly enjoyed and marvelled at, making him one of her very best friends. However, after Brazil, things quickly turned cold between them. She wanted to blame him for the distance between them, but she couldn’t. Not when the memory of him tangled up with her stopped her from pressing the ‘call’ button every time. Her renegade heart was aching for the comfort she once found in him, as opposed to how awkward and complicated things were right now. 

Turning to her boyfriend, Andi leaned in “Darling,” she started, placing her hand over his “I’ll be right back. I’m going to say hi to Anna”. She leaned in further to place a quick kiss on his lips, unable to explain herself why she’d just lied to him again. Standing up, Andi made her way through the crowded room in a white silk gown that hugged her figure. Stepping out into the crisp autumn air, Andi glanced right and left before she spotted him -- his slouched back facing her and cigarette smoke lingering around him. She moved towards him and stopped when she was at an arm’s length, her raven black hair obscuring her eyes from clear view as the wind blew it in wayward directions “No camera in my hand this time, Bates” she started, head tilting slightly as her eyes fell to the cigarette in his hands. “That must do wonders to your vocal chords”. She couldn’t help the cautious tone in her voice, opposite to the assertive confidence that usually coloured her words “Can I bum one?” she asked, nodding her chin up. 

[folklorebytaylorswift]

@KendallJenner: Gigi is the best girlfriend a KenGi could ask for

[alvaromoser]

[insecureaf]

[allthingskendall]

[azizasaliba-blog1]

“i wasn’t even going to ask you about it. totally thought you just fell down the stairs or something andi-ish like that.- oh! then it was definitely worth it, right? injury is a small price to pay to see yeezus in action.”

[wydandi]

“i can only blame my ill poise on my long limbs. it’s hard to move around without a few bruises here and there. andi-ish. that’s a brand new one. amen, sister. amen. i should take you with me next time so we can find pleasure in the suffering together. nothing builds a tighter bond, you know.”

[emmaawilliamss-blog]

“The Kanye West mosh pit is almost better than the fight story to be honest, great first impression to anyone if you ask me. Although the fight story may seem badass, surviving King Kong is the ultimate victory for sure.”

[wydandi]

“I don’t know how appealing the image of me getting trampled would be. I’d much rather say I beat someone out -- maybe punched out a tooth or two. The real victory was making it through the entire night without suffocating from the scent of alcohol mixed with BO and a few other substances I was unable to identify. Always a wild night with Yeezus.”

[findng-emo-blog]

[visvya]

[tylxrbates]

And here I thought you got yourself caught up in a gruesome dog fight trying to separate your rat of a dog from a real one.  It doesn’t look great, Knox. Looks like you’ve been dragged under a bus, even ran over by the back wheels a few times. How was the gig, though? 

[wydandi]

As far as I’m concerned, the only thing bearing the resemblance of a rat is you, my dear Tyler. Speaking of Doug, he just learned ‘roll over’ and ‘attack the Australian prick’. You should stop by me and Graz’s some time. Yet, wheel tracks have never looked so good. It’s Yeezy. What do you expect?

[heykdolls]

Kendall Jenner | At Target + IMG’s NYFW kickoff | New York City | 06 • 09 • 2016.

[kendalljbrasil]

[dailysukiwaterhouse]

suki + jordan

[wydandi]

“I know what you’re thinking -- busted lip, bruised cheekbone. It doesn’t look good, but I can explain. I like to let people think it’s the aftermath of a fight, but really, it’s only the aftermath of a very excited white guy in a Kanye West mosh pit. King Kong almost took my eye out.”

[giffingossipgirl]